2016/This Needs a Better Name

This Needs a Better Name
Date of Scene:	08 June 2020
Location:	Main Foyer: Triskelion
Synopsis:	Daisy and Jane eat cake, talk routines, and plan to drink. A lot.
Cast of Characters:	Jane Foster, Daisy Johnson

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Jane Foster has posed:
Late morning on a Monday in the Triskelion counts as a lot of people coming and going, but mostly already gotten to where they need to get. It's a Monday. The office drones take up their places in the cubicle farm, the bigwigs never leave, and the occasional employee working outside SHIELD has to hasten their steps to deal with... Stuff. Jane looks cheerful enough for someone who supposedly lives at night, an astronomer or a vampire, but most likely the former.

Stuff being a report logged on a tablet, something to be turned in along with a host of photographs and probably some hidden security footage plucked from inside a bar. Not her doing, that's for sure, but the requests already exist in someone's IT queue to complete. SHIELD ghosts plucking data from the machine, that's how it goes. She doesn't have her trusty interns with her, which is a good thing, considering they have work to do that SHIELD pulls her away from more than not.

Click, click, click, and then the bottom front pocket of her messenger bag gives out, spilling several pens, a keychain with keys, and a small bottle of water onto the floor. Greeeat.

Daisy Johnson has posed:
Some people haven't been made for early morning work. Take Daisy for example, formerly known as Dark Skye, used to burning the midnight oil in her hacking ventures. Because the truth had to come out! No matter what time it was. Yet it also brings certain habits to someone's life that are heard enough to break. And hating mornings is one of those...

Yet sacrifice is what life is all about so she has put on her best smile, stocked up on a nice, good coffee from the cafeteria (one of the nice ones using SHIELD budget!) and is making her way over, across the Triskelion, a tablet on one hand as well, glancing over the accumulated work to get done ... Desk job work. Almost as hateful as early mornings. But she will manage..

The sound of disaster brings her eyes out of reading through reports though, a glance about and then coming to rest on the astrophysicist. She approaches. "Well, it's as they say. The day can only get better from now on." a grin on her expression and she leans over to help on picking up stuff from the ground, her coffee and tablet on a nearby table. "How are you doing, Jane?"

Jane Foster has posed:
Morning proves disagreeable to anyone with a comfortable bed and a job under Nyx's gentle auspices. No reason then to be particularly given to liking the dawn, since it blots the sky pink and turns the hateful dayorb into a burning, scowling taskmaster. It probably would work for SHIELD, if Fury could find some way to promote it to rank 7 and stick a badge on it.

Still, coffee might be at the top of Jane's mind beyond pick up the pieces of her escaping stationery store. She drops down to her knee, tablet trapped under her arm. That messenger bag must be I the worst condition, but she frowns at the torn out stitching with a sidelong glance. "You're two years old. Not even two. That's the last time I buy designer anything." Her irritated murmur isn't spiteful, disappointed more than anything. Two pens pulled back end up in the main compartment. The other ones she will have to maneuver around books, tablet, this and that.

Daisy's voice lifts her gaze, warm brown eyes crinkled at the corners. "I suppose that's the right way to look at it, Daisy. I think the water bottle is making a run for it, and to think I went through security with it." She sighs and reaches out for another mechanical pencil. The water bottle will be last, after she stows the tablet. "Thank you for the help. I'm wishing it were Sunday still, I need another day in bed. And you?"

Daisy Johnson has posed:
"Clearly it was an inside job..." Daisy says of that poor designer bag ripping open. Which is both amusing but also ironic to her considering the type of life they lead, with all the spying, betrayal, etc. Thankfully enough there's never been any kind of infiltration of Hydra in SHIELD or it would had been a sad enough joke.

One foot reaches over to stop the bottle's escape. "So it's unanimous on who's to blame for this?" her judgemental gaze down on the water bottle. Clearly! But she rolls it closer and picks it up, handing it to Jane before settling back up to her feet.

"I'd prefer an whole week. But one more day would be good enough." Yet then a grin full of sinful gluttony comes to her expression. "I am hoping there's still leftover cake from Bobbi's party for lunch.." so naive, most likely the weekend crew already ate it all.. Shame!

Jane Foster has posed:
Clearly. It's just the front pocket where the stitching gave way but not the whole of the interior compartment, so there may be some blessings. Some, not all. Still, money down the drain without visiting a cobbler or a tailor to fix it. Jane sighs, "I think no more mischief than hiring one of those to-let bikes, where you can ride around in the city. I must have snagged it or looked at it wrong, went over a bump?" The celebrity scientist riding around on a rental bike is probably mischievously amusing.

Things could be worse, though, and she nods. "Let's chalk it up to a terrorist who ruins birthday parties. I might get reimbursed then. Maybe we can claim it was out of spite?" Her eyes glitter and she doesn't laugh, thanking Daisy again while taking the bottle back. Her tablet is secured safely, her arm under it. "I should go stick this in a locker and then I won't have to worry about it."

Her gaze brightens more. Cake! "I should show you where I got the cake from. It's an exceptional little French cafe, enough to spare me the ride to Paris. Not that I'm bound there soon, though maybe I can find something interesting in Tibet." Her eyes narrow slightly in speculation. "Or India. Still finalizing those plans based on how safe it might be to travel into the Himalayas at this time of year. So if you had a week off, where would you go?"

Daisy Johnson has posed:
"And here I was all ready to blame your water bottle. If they try to run they are normally guilty." Daisy inclining her head in a knowing nod. Too much experience in dealing with those trying to escape. Bad guys always try it even if it's not worth it. Ah well, instinct is too strong sometimes.. "And yes, terrorists I guess.." It does bring to mind the recent crashed party. ".. But worse of all was that my smuggling venture was discovered. I need a speakeasy of sorts for it around here. An hidden storage room somewhere." Yep, that certainly won't come into the eagle eye of the top heads at SHIELD!

Though the brightening face on Jane about cake makes Daisy grin. "Want to go check if there's still any left?" she asks. "I can even offer the coffee." but her expression does seem curious about that French coffee. "Though I'd certainly like to go see that coffee shop sometime."

The talk about Tibet and India makes her tilt her head to the side though, "Are you going there on leisure? Vacation? Or what's going on? Those are exotic enough places." but then that last question making her think a moment before answering. "Maybe China, it was where my mother was supposedly from. Either that or Italy to visit all those little forgotten villas." she grinning.

Jane Foster has posed:
"Imagine if it were rolling toward a clue. It was discreetly warning us against the perils of high fashion, or perhaps high fashion inspired by fast fashion, and the sweatshop quality we get." Her expression shaded with a modicum of dislike for the ruin of an object that costs too much, Jane keeps an unamused expression for a little. Then she breaks into a smile; Daisy makes it too hard not to laugh. The corner of her mouth tugs higher, then both sides give bloom to the smile. "Your smuggling adventures were left unaware. Alas! I don't know I could help you with the Triskelion smuggling ventures. Maybe you need something outside the usual norm. Perhaps offsite? I /did/ find a speakeasy, you know. But it's not around here."

Tempt Daisy with a secret? Naughty girl. She breaks into a warming smile. "You want to check it out some day, you let me know. I would like to see about any coffee at least. Cake's a plus, but coffee is a necessity." Her breath huffs a low laugh. "Here I am, scheduling agents' nights off. We need more agents' days on. You ever feel uncomfortable in the transition from hacking queen to field agent?"

Her voice pitches soft to avoid any undue attention, though it's a given /someone/ is recording conversations. "I never want to be a liability to you, Dane, or Jess. I've watched how well you coordinate, but when I am in the field, I feel like someone is going to get assigned to guard me or just get hurt. And I don't know the best strategy for that, other than 'she is the scientist' or an armoured personnel carrier. Which, let's be honest, isn't appropriate for much of the work we do." Wrinkling her nose, she continues on with a faint smile. "I just don't know how to be most effective without putting you at risk. There will always be some; that's our job as a team. But other than shooting ICERs all day long to improve my targeting and practice, is there more I could do?" Food for thought before she changes the subject, following the other agent with an easy stride. "I'm going for work, actually. We have a solar eclipse coming up in two weeks but it's not visible anywhere from North America or Europe. The options were pretty sparse, but I can acquire some important readings when the moon passes in front of the sun. Fieldwork!" She actually sounds thrilled. Weirdo. "My choices are the sands of Oman, the humidity of the Himalayan foothills, or the Tibetan plateau. I have to give them an answer by today."

Daisy Johnson has posed:
"Yes, maybe that's the way. Keep it unexpected and --" A pause, Daisy squinting her eyes in Jane's direction. "One copying the 20s style? I totally want to go there. I may even use part of my salary to get a cool dress to go." then a small laugh, she shaking her head to herself. But Daisy does seem properly tempted. Yep! Time travelling in the present is always a thing Daisy likes.

"It was mmmm.." Daisy jerks her lips to the side, thoughtful about that question about the transition, her brows furrowing. ".. at the start it was a bit difficult to change gears but now I am good with it. I suppose it takes a little to change from a keyboard warrior to an actual warrior." a smirk growing up on her features. "What about you? How's your transition going from astrophysicist to field agent?"

But then she listens on in silence at what JAne says, mmm'ing thoughtfully. "We all have our specialties but there is a -lot- that can be done. I didn't know much of strategy either, or fighting. It's all about having the right teachers, and nothing substitutes experience in the field. And that you are getting a lot of already."

"I can give you some pointers if you want, even in hand to hand combat. I am no Bobbi, but I won't ask you to put an apple on your head for a kicking demonstration." she then grinning widely, clearly some kind of joke there between her and Bobbi.

But she starts leading on towards the cafeteria, where she hopes cake and coffee are still available (or else riot) "Which option to travel to have you been leaning towards?"

Jane Foster has posed:
"Seems like it's Prohibition style. You go through the wrong part of the room and down some stairs, there you are. Just like something out of Chicago. No Capone, no striped shirts, but it definitely feels pretty glamorous. I don't know how much the cocktails are, I admit." Jane laughs though, and she carries her bag against her hip. "You tell me what you think of the place. Personally, a bunch of molls rolling up begs for either a boozy night, a shoot 'em up, or a heck of a fun time staging some trouble. I doubt they want to stage a raid by the FBI."

SHIELD jokes, they're plenty corny. That's just the way she rolls. Tucking her hair back is difficult with the bottle of water in hand, so she has to think about how to manage it. A bit of shifting around, the plastic crumples at her temple. But she manages to force the lock back out of her face. "Keyboard warrior to butt-kicking warrior? I think you took to it pretty easily, honestly. Though that being said, you know I'm pretty impressed by how you fight. You can hardly say you are unskilled. Far from it, and look at how smoothly you move.

Longing? It might be, but Jane tends to keep that under wraps for the most part. "I simply realize we go out into danger enough. I don't want to be the liability. Jemma and I both have medical training sufficient to keep others up, but it's more like... pulling my weight. Not being there only for readings and scientific measurements. You don't need me to read the Geiger counter only." Another grin picks up a bit. "Probably good to get some more training time in. Or to haunt Agent Barton and see whether he can give feedback or directions? I have to think his insights are pretty valuable. Same with Agent May's." Mm, cake, that's a better topic than being dressed up or down by the more senior agents, and their knowledgeable assessments. No one like assessments, not even robots. Gothic Lolita is probably no fan.

"Me? I'm thinking Tibet, northern India as my secondary resort. Depends on the Chinese visa process and whether they feel comfortable with me. India's easy, I was in the south last year. The visa is still good. Either way it's going to be in the far north to really get the effect, but there's something to those mountains and the clarity of the sky."

Daisy Johnson has posed:
"Something we -will- find out when we visit it." Daisy says about the cocktail prices with quite the certainty. Nothing like getting some cocktail drunkenness going on a night out! On a speakeasy no less! And she seems all about those corny jokes, in fact she dwells on them, grinning. "Though the question is more like, how do you find these places?! Do you have a secret life, Dr. Jane Foster? Mmmm?" giving her a mockingly suspicious look, which shows pretty much she is joking with that question.

But then she continues on the other topic, shrugging. "Honestly, I think that X-factor helped." she says of her own mutation. "At least in confidence you know? My training only improved, and so did the results." of course there's a few more factors, but those she doesn't seem too ready to talk about yet. So she focuses on Jane's talk about her own training, thoughtful. "There's various field exercises that we can go through, simulations on how to raid into places, also hand to hand training. One of the most important ones is being able to improvise in the moment, which is what those field exercises are about too."

The mention of Barton and May brings a grin out of her. "Those are good ones to talk with too. Just remember, never mention the Cavalry near her." wise words of advice!

They reach the food court at last. Late morning so it's not that full. She begins walking to the coffee machine. "Tibet isn't an easy place to be able to travel to." yes, that much she agrees with. "Could always get a quinjet and go there.., undercover." Daisy always with the dangerous mission suggestion!

Jane Foster has posed:
Jane, having a secret life? Never! She puts her hand to her chest, slowing. "Why, Agent Johnson, what do you think of me? I'm a perfectly respectable director of the Hayden Planetarium, I will have you know. That means I would never stoop to lurk in a car park making tracings on dimensional anomalies, not ever. Or lurk in a speakeasy waiting for those reports to come back over a four hour span. Why no. I hide out in a van like /everyone/ else." Mischief. Mischief mostly managed?

Really. It's cool, that being said, for her smile brightens the more Daisy warms to the topic. "That's it. You get dolled up with me, anyone else we can drag out, and we get our drinks. Off the clock," an important addition there. In case anyone asks!

She's happy to listen as they maneuver into the food court. Lunch meetings being what they are, there really seem to be waves that hit the cafeteria and vanish away. She can plant herself in the direction of the cake case, with other gooey pastries, and be unashamed, with some ducking required. Catering carts are a thing, too, with so many ensconced in their offices with no reason to leave. "The field exercises are good. I like them, they really give a sense for what's real as long as you take them somewhat seriously. I know some don't." And they suck. It's unsaid. "At least to get my feet on the ground. I want to contribute a bit more, that's all. Not about rank so much as being a living asset." Hard then not to grin. Hey, it's all good around here with a work friend who eases the path with a shared experience.

Cavalry. Bookmarking that. "Nope. Not going into that field. Got it."

Mmm. Cake. Is there majestic cake? "I don't need a quinjet to get there. Chinese visas just take more time, but they tend to bypass some of the bureaucracy when Darcy reminds them 'Nobel winner'." She sounds sheepish, at least a little. "It cuts through red tape. They've got an amazing scientific community too, so getting to meet some would be nice even if Tibet is politically verboten. I can't say what I want, not from that side. If we go to India... Well, gotta be circumspect, but we have more freedom."

Daisy Johnson has posed:
"Hey, nothing wrong in hiding out in a van.." Daisy says, unable to sustain a laugh even if it's a bit self-conscious. She used to live in a van afterall! When she was the -evil- DarkSkye. "I still have mine ready for undercover missions. Granted it's getting a bit -old- but ..., it still runs. Most of the times." her shoulders rising up in a shrug. Details!

Leading off to the cake area she begins to pick out a little plate with a few delicacies to go. "I know how you feel. It was mostly me when I was running around without really knowing what I was doing. My .., induction.., into SHIELD was turbulent at best. Sometimes it's a matter of time too, gaining that experience, and the training helps." then a small frown at the mention that some people don't take training seriously. "Those Agents usually don't live long, or get retired too soon due to an unrecoverable injury."

"And oh, so you are going to be using the Nobel-card to go in?" A wink offered and she settles on a table. "Well, if you do go to any of those places you should bring some security. I am sure SHIELD can provide." she says. "They aren't exactly the most safe. But then again, most of the world isn't safe right now." she letting out a sigh. Indeed there was quite the unrest around now, with the mutants, and everything else going about.. It makes her shake her head slowly.

Jane Foster has posed:
"That's usually it," Jane says. She might pick up on the van topic, but she's willing to let it slide to keep Daisy comfortable. Not much cake left, but there are other desserts she mostly ignores to go after a small wedge of chocolate goodness in the mirror glaze. Anything too dry she can scrape away with her fork. "Going in with an idea of what your role is, but things rarely go according to plan. Walking in to talk to a scientist is much easier than dealing with a sea of goons no one anticipated. I don't expect to be Agent Barton or /you/, but having a bit more operational awareness and ability doesn't seem a bad idea. Especially with all the problems we keep seeing in Metropolis and New York."

But not Gotham. Not worth saying the skeeviest city in America is really beset with problems. Like saying water is wet.

"You realize I can make a good argument for taking you, right? I was starting with WAND, in case. But the area I'm heading into is prone to earthquakes." Jane's smile lacks any guile. She puts the plate of cake on her tray and slides along to fetch coffee. "You might think about it. No problems with thin air either, because we get a few days to acclimatize. Not like we need to hike up Mount Everest. Besides, the site I would prefer in Tibet has a sacred mountain on the border, so it's culturally insensitive to march up there. The neighbouring peaks, though, they're supposedly well worth it and you would be at the start of climbing season if you wanted a guide to show you some of the lower trails."

Little Miss Overachiever thinks of everything, she really does. "Admittedly I'm thinking it might be better to stick to the Indian side, which may be much the same. Mm, just the food. Fieldwork usually has terrible food, but Indian curries travel well and they make good guest gifts. I got a line item from SHIELD for that, so only fair I claim you as an intern, right?" A wink. Security? Intern? Daisy probably has a choice.

Daisy Johnson has posed:
"Good choice." Daisy says about the chocolate cake, that look of instant gluttony coming to her eyes. She leans over to whisper quietly. "I think all these free pastries is a plan from Hill to have us work harder in the gym. I am sure she must think we have been slacking." a knowing look creeping up to Daisy's expression. A small nod then given. Yes, she knew no gift was ever free!

But the mention of earthquakes and then WAND makes her mmm. "Welllll, I can see why I might be useful." because no earthquake can survive an encounter with Daisy! "Lara was with us in that warehouse raid. She is WAND right? I think she is the type to be comfortable anywhere in the world." hand then coming up to rub at her chin at that mention of intern.

"And what exactly do interns do for you, mm?" she asks.

Jane Foster has posed:
Chocolate cake, boozy drinks, travel? Why work anywhere else? "You're going to find us all groaning and aching from charley horses and calf splints, you just know it. Drink water and eat bananas this week. Potassium reserves should be high when we get sent out for 5K runs like in high school." Doctor Foster, clearly not a fan of those, though she stifles a grin. "Did you have to do those growing up? We hated them. Always scheduled right before lunch, and that's how you want to eat your meal, sweating and achy, miserable from wearing those little tiny socks that slip over your toes." Oof, not at all fun! Those were so not the days. "The coffee smells too good to be real. I wonder if it's radioactive or laced with anything. You know, I have one of those..."

Who carries around a Geiger counter? Not Jane. But she has two little sticks in a plastic vial, and her battered bag gets consulted when they head back to the table. She screws off the top, and plunks the first measure, that looks exactly like a pH calculator by the by, into the coffee. No milk or sugar needed. "Let's see if she dye tested this or something to determine if we were fools enough and got poisoned by an insidious plan." Riiiight, that's not paranoid delusions of anything, are they?

She nods at the mention of Lara, giving a bright smile. "I thought you might also be interested in seeing what /I/ do out there. A lot of the readings aren't the most thrilling from the ground, but that's the same with archaeology. Dig a ton, sift through dirt, lay down lines in a grid. Find a tiny potsherd, everyone is thrilled." Unable to keep from laughing, she nods. "Lara is WAND through and through. Celebrity status archaeologist sort. I was going to get her take and see if this was up her alley, too. As well as Agent Whitman, because with the mechanical engineering side, he can help with the rigs. That's what the interns and I do a lot of, computer readings and rigging lines, getting data in place. We have two or three minutes at total eclipse -- this one gets to like ninety-nine percent -- and then another hour or two as the moon moves in front of the sun. So not a lot of time to actually work, that means so much preparation beforehand."

Daisy Johnson has posed:
"Mmm, depends. I was often on and off on a nun's orphanage. Sometimes at a foster home, or running away when it didn't work out." Daisy's shoulders rise up in a small shrug, she digging into her pastry to not let the past be too painful. But it had been a while back anyway, she was getting through it. And she had a lot of help to get through those years! "But when I was there, yes. Do all your running exercises. Of course that I preferred to hide away with my computer. Honestly, I wish I would had paid more attention to it, would had eased my entry here to SHIELD." a grimace.., she still remembered those first times and how her body wasn't ready for it.

Though when Jane -actually- goes into testing the coffee that brings a loud, amused laugh from Daisy. It also turns a few faces in their direction. Some smirks given at the coffee testing. As for Daisy, when the laugh dies and just a grin remains she finally speaks up. "So I won't have to worry about food or drink poisoning out there, will I?" presumably talking about the trip!

The talk about the work of an intern does make Daisy look thoughtful though, and actually interested. She is always up to learning. "Actually, might just take you up on the intern thing. I never say no to learning something new, and it will be a different experience." she muses about actually doing measures and watching a solar eclipse at an exotic location. And who knows what else may happen!

Jane Foster has posed:
Jane again doesn't press; not in her nature to pry at that. Maybe she learns things that way, maybe not. Her smile is confirmation enough that Daisy's in a safe space, though she sits down and pokes at the coffee. When the little measuring stick is pulled out, she plunks it back in the vial and waits for the colours to turn. "It checks for the presence of different chemicals. I use them when I'm in places with dodgy water supplies, but they can also pick up on cryptosporidium and other issues. Not going to help with bog standard dyes, but you never know." With a wink, she sets about molesting her cake by splintering it into crumbs and pieces. "Paying attention to how to get involved is why they have boot camp or SHIELD Academy, neither of which were really open to either of us. Experts in the field, not like Fitz or Simmons."

All's well then as she dips into the cake, fork applied savagely. Mmm! Daisy's worries about poison get a head shake. "Not a chance. I expect it'll go smoothly. Some sore ankles, work-chapped hands. I'd like to crush these readings and have a fine time, you know? Good for everyone."

Another swallow and she grins. "I'd like you as an intern, if it counts. I have a technician in Dane, then you. If Lara comes along, we have someone who knows how to look at... things. Whatever we can spin there. I promise, eclipses are neat. I get to do all the work of squinting, but you can wear these weird masks that look like we're all about to start welding a Stark suit or something."

Daisy Johnson has posed:
"That's true enough..." Daisy says about the mention of SHIELD academy, a sigh following it but she not really going further into her own past. Somethings are just best left buried. She settles back on her chair while Jane goes about doing her testings. And she waits until it's done, only then does she moving to attack her own coffee. Better safe than sorry! And she has developped her own paranoia while working for SHIELD already. "To safe cake and coffee then." she says in ways of toasting, beginning to dig in.

"And alright, I can go as an intern. Being security is honestly just brooding and looking mean. None of which I can do well. So doing some interning works out." Yes, noone ask Daisy to make a mean face. Too hard for her. Though she can get upset from time to time. Good thing it's only rarely so her powers don't go haywire.

"As long as it also makes me sound as if I am Darth Vader.." she smirking about the mention of those masks. "Though I should be up and available. Unless some unexpected field mission comes up. Though let me know in advance which of the spots we will be going. I like to get prepared in advance."

Jane Foster has posed:
"Security is a given. You and Dane both have talents enough to cause anyone with reasonably good ideas of attacking things reason to stop, or think twice. That might be enough to keep us from getting into any trouble. I assure you, though, it's not like I am doing anything worthy of interests of dark elves or other problems. Just reading the sun."

That bit of a smile shows up while Jane devours her cake. It better be eaten between sips of coffee, since those free moments are rare. "But you can play with apps and get to wire things up. Hook us up to satellite internet or whatever we get out there. Imagine being somewhere with no signal worth noting. We should be good, and if a field mission happens, I'll pout at whatever person dragged you away."

Daisy Johnson has posed:
"Dark elves..?" But then it comes to Daisy. Asgard, right. All those mythological creatures. Sometimes it was still a bit hard for her to put her mind in it. That they were so close to those other worlds. "I want a pay raise if we actually get those guys interfering." she says in jest. Maybe she should had put it in her contract..., damn it, too late..

The devouring seems to be shared, because is no dainty flower where it comes to pastry-eating. She digs with hunger and gluttony befitting the best and worst of them. But in her defense she needs her fuel. Her delicious fuel. "It's a good challenge actually, getting that set up." and not something she was a stranger to. She finishes her cake and rubs her hands together. "Can't wait to go on the trip then. Should be fun. Are you expecting to see something in specific up there? Or mostly just studying the phenomenom?"

Jane Foster has posed:
Dark elves. Asgard. They go together. "The people who attacked during 2018, the ones who weren't gigantic and covered in snowy hides and ugly furs. I deal with them a little better than the dark elves; you can run away from a jotun a whole lot faster than one of the svartalfjar." Jane puts the fork down, having demolished that cake pretty fast. It was not a very large piece, in her defense. "I want a pay raise if we see them again. I have not seen hide or hair of Loki lately, but that is nothing new. the Asgardians keep making life interesting. The embassy opened up, I heard. Need to go by and check it out, though if you want to spy with me... you got that van?" A knowing wink for Daisy; it's totally a tease. Really!

"Tell you what, I'll email you my schematics and let you see what I'm planning on using. Generators and batteries, for the most part, since it's not like I can have someone drive me up a power plant. We'll be using a Land Rover and some extra cans of fuel, and lots of fun... given the roads get exciting. I'm pretty sure now where this means. India, unless you're dying for Tibet. We will be on the other side of the border. Delicious food. Fancy camping. You know, all in a good day's work. I actually want to use the opportunity for the dimming to look at the effect on the surrounding stars, especially where the corona usually blots out our views. I know some of the big telescopes an get decent shots, but where the sun is involved, we have to make measurements indirectly. Otherwise we blind ourselves. I also want to see whether we have any gravitational or spatial distortions, since if I set up one of my arrays, it could have an effect. I mean, sure, I want to prove Foster theory with the Einstein-Rosen bridges, but an eclipse should have next to no effect on that. Unless I were trying to get to Svartalfheim. Which I'm not doing, because they might come through."

Daisy Johnson has posed:
"I don't want Thor to come up and knock on my van window with his hammer. I don't think I got insurance against God weapons." The smirk on Daisy's expression showing she is joking. "I saw how serious they could be during the metropolis disco death ball mission." because that's totally the name of the mission. And the one she put on her report! No other name was acceptable. "Didn't know they had opened up an embassy. It's interesting enough, maybe I should check it out sometime."

She does put that aside for now though, instead focusing on the mission ahead. "India is just fine to me. And honestly it might prove to be a much easier place for us to be able to get in." Though as the explanation about what they will be doing comes she quirks a brow. Sure some terms she isn't exactly aware of. Specially ths Svartalfheim! "What is that? The Svartalfheim."

Jane Foster has posed:
"I don't think anyone wants him to knock on the window with the hammer, because you won't have a window left. If it makes you feel any better, we could take the bus. Or an Uber! It would be useful, all in all." Her smile leaves a trace on Jane's lips and she nods. "They have some kind of event planed, though I doubt I can make it there. A soiree in the middle of the night, that's when I'm working after all."

Speaking of. She utters a dry little sigh. "Svartalfheim is the home -- heim, in Old Norse -- of the svartalfjars, which means 'black elves' or 'dark elves.' Svart and Alf. Alf the elf. Not that bad show. As it is, though, a realm of darkness and not very nice elves for the most part roaming around, causing trouble. They see us as prey. They're ruthless hunters, fairly scary."

Daisy Johnson has posed:
"I knew those were bad news ever since I played D and D." Of course she has played D&D! Damn those drow! Daisy then grins, getting up to her feet slowly. She puts the empty pastry paper bag on the recycle trash, then does the same with the empty coffee cup. "Well, it's time that I actually get back to my duties or else.." she lets out a sigh. ".. May will have my hide. She is already looking around for me, I am sure of it." and noone wants the cavalry after them!

"I will start getting ready for it." she giving a thumbs up to Jane. And then it's time flee the food court and actually do some work! It's what she gets paid for afterall!